The sly wanderer gazing at the lands painted by the dusk sun

Here is a portrait of Edrelle, taken among the shots for her tale tomorrow, on the edge of the volcanic tundra, a light breeze making the flowers around her sway gently like a few strands of her dark hair, her gaze falling on the lands were the steam drifts among a few stubborn pine trees and on her friends standing nearby, a slight smile crossing her features like a ray of sunlight.